"So what example of your plebian taste did you bring to torture me with?" Kurt asked as he hung his bag up on the peg next to the door. "Just leave your backpack by the door." He directed Matt with a nod, noticing the taller boy standing in the doorway with a confused look on his face.

Mentally shaking himself to at least move out of the doorway, Matt dutifully put his backpack in the area Kurt had indicated, not abandoning it before pulling the two DVDs he had brought from home from its depths. "Keep on using the SAT words. You'll soon see I own you in movie taste."

"In your dreams." Kurt scoffed as he made his way towards the kitchen. "I am your superior in all things cinema related. Those who like singing newsies cannot hope to compete with me."

Matt decided a wait and see approach would probably work best when it came to this argument. Instead of answering Kurt, he busied himself looking around the house. After meeting Kurt's dad he had been more than a little curious how exactly the two very different men managed to live together. Throw in Finn and the mystery deepened. Picking up a picture of a young Kurt, probably around 6 or 7 with a woman with his coloring, hair and eyes, Matt called over his shoulder. "Hey where's everyone else?"

"Carole and my dad are still at work." Kurt answered coming back into the living room, two cans of soda in his hands. "According to the "couple time calendar" Rachel made for him…."

"Wait. Couple time calendar? You are making that up."

"Not even. And you think her fashion sense is tragic? Wait till you see her Photoshop skills." Kurt did an involuntary shudder at the mere memory of last month's picture of the two of them as a pair of Shari-pei puppies. Eli Roth couldn't come up with a more disturbing image. "But according to that, he has dinner with her dads tonight."

"Thanks." Matt took the offered can and opened it quickly. "It's not his first dinner with them is it?"

"No but he's still nowhere near comfortable with them. You know how we thought Rachel's Rachel-ness came from Ms. Corcan?" Kurt shook his head. "Wrong. So wrong. "

Not really wanting to spend too much time contemplating the possibility there were in fact two people out there who were as intense as Rachel Berry, Matt pointed at the picture he had been looking at to switch the subject. "That you and your mom?"

"Yeah. A year or so before she got sick." Kurt picked it up from the table, a wistful smile on his face. It had been taken after his first solo performance in the elementary school chorus. "Should probably move this downstairs. I can't see Carole being thrilled with seeing this every time she comes home. "

"Has she said anything about it?" Matt asked gently. He couldn't imagine losing his mom, let alone losing her as young as Kurt was. He could still remember the teachers in fourth grade explaining why Kurt wouldn't be in class for awhile. It had been right before summer vacation and by the time school resumed in September, everyone had forgotten as kids do. It wasn't until Kurt practically ran out of the room around Mother's Day did it dawn on the rest of the class that Kurt was like Rachel and didn't have a mom.

"No but Carole wouldn't. She's very big on making sure I know she's not trying to take my mom's place." Kurt straightened his shoulders. "It's fine. It goes better with my décor than up here anyways."

Sensing Kurt wasn't going to talk any further about the topic, Matt looked around the room at the giant screen TV that appeared to take up the entire wall. It even dwarfed the piano situated on the opposing wall. He let out a low whistle. "That is the biggest TV I've ever seen in my life."

"I hear if I actually followed sports I would understand why it needs to be so big." Kurt rolled his eyes. "I suggest if we don't want to be interrupted by my dad's constant reminders there's a game on tonight, we move to my room."

"Yeah. Sure. Your room." Matt was grateful Kurt had turned around so he couldn't see the look of absolute panic Matt was positive was on his face right now. He had barely begun to get comfortable with the idea of hanging out with Kurt alone without running the risk of embarrassing himself and now they were going to watch movies in his room? It was either proof God had a sick sense of humor or just how well he had hidden his actual feelings for Kurt. Wordlessly he followed Kurt towards the basement door and down the steps.

He had overheard descriptions of Kurt's bedroom from Mercedes, Tina and Brittany before. At the time he had cursed them, giving him details he really didn't need but now he was grateful to them. Otherwise he might have been completely unprepared for the different country that was the basement. It seemed the agreement reached between Kurt and his father might have boiled down to Kurt got the basement to do with what he pleased and Burt Hummel got the rest of the house.

Because this was one hundred percent pure Kurt. The layout of the room wouldn't look out of place in New York or LA, but much like Kurt himself, it was a little much for Lima's taste. Matt had to bite the inside of his cheek when he noticed the multiple paint samples of what appeared to be the same shade of grey taped to the wall. No wonder Finn had hated the idea of sharing a bedroom. Matt doubted there was actually room for anyone else's influence down here.

"Nice space." He commented non-committally. Matt had a feeling if he actually tried to engage Kurt in a discussion of decorating ideas he'd be hopelessly lost within the first five seconds. Sometimes having a reputation for being an average guy did come in handy.

Kurt shrugged his shoulders but it was hard to miss the pride in his eyes. He had worked long and hard to make his space his own and even though it still need a few touches here and there, it was nearly perfect. He gestured towards his own sizable TV tucked off into the corner. "It does have its perks. Now enough stalling. What sad excuse for a movie did you bring?"

"Wait." Matt held up his finger as he placed his soda on the step. "We need to establish some ground rules."

"Ground rules?"

"I have a feeling if we don't we'll just spend the entire time arguing about which movie we should watch first. And my mom gets a little crazy if I miss my curfew."

"Never took you for a Momma's boy Matt."

"Nice try. We still need ground rules." Matt stood his ground, grinning the entire time. There really was something when he smiled, Kurt thought to himself. His entire face just lit up. Matt needed to smile more often. That would only improve the work of his masterpiece makeover.

"Fine. I suggest we ask ourselves what Rachel would do and do the opposite."

"Well that was a given." Matt nodded. "I think we should cut cards for the first movie. High card wins. Loser's movie is last."

"It seems completely hetero but I guess I can live with it." Kurt sighed dramatically. "I'm assuming you have the cards if you suggested it."

"As a matter of fact, I do." Matt put down his DVDs on Kurt's bed, trying to ignore the fact he was in Kurt's bedroom. Get it together you moron, he lectured himself. Kurt thinks you're straight remember? Quit thinking everything is a date when it clearly isn't!

Seeing Matt pull out the deck of cards from his back pocket, Kurt shook his head. You can put a boy in the finest clothes available but you really couldn't completely remake the guy could you? If only he could have figured out that particular lesson earlier, a whole lot of unpleasantness would have been avoided. "Of course you do. However if you think you're drawing first, screw you."

"Be my guest." Matt handed the deck of cards over to Kurt and waited for Kurt to pull his card. When Kurt showed the card to him, Matt feigned being impressed. "Wow I don't know how I'm going to top a five."

"You'll eat those words when you draw a two." Kurt promised as he passed the deck back, unintentionally brushing his fingers across Matt's palm. Matt had to remind himself it was unintentional. Kurt had no idea the effect he had on him.

"Famous last words." Matt said with a confidence he didn't feel. His heart was racing in his ears and once again he was wondering why exactly he had thought this was a good idea. Yes he had a great time on Saturday and the idea of spending more time with Kurt was an idea he had yet figured out a way to say no to but still it was entirely too much work to keep a normal face on. Damn it, Santana had been right. He was a wimp.

He smiled when he looked at his own card. "Read it and weep Kurt. King."

"You cheated."

"How? How could I cheat? You were watching the entire time!" Matt protested.

"It was your deck. For all I know you bought it a magic store and there's only fours and Kings in the deck."

"I hate magicians. Just accept you lost."

"You hate magicians?" Kurt questioned as Matt picked up one of the DVDs and made his way over to the VCR. "Why do you hate magicians?"

"Birthday party gone horribly wrong." Matt refused to elaborate any further. Some memories were better left unremembered. "Now sit back and get ready for greatness."

"You mean new exercises in terrible."

"You don't even know what it is."

"A Newsies fan likes it. That doesn't speak well for it."

"I see you're a gracious loser."

"A person with taste." Kurt corrected even as he sat down on the couch.

"You can't be a person with taste if you haven't seen my choice." Matt assured him as he sat down on the floor. It was one thing to be in Kurt's house, in his bedroom. Sharing a couch to watch a movie might make him forget that this was not a date.

"Serenity?" Kurt questioned as he held up the box Matt had abandoned on the floor. "If I wanted to watch sci-fi I would go hang out with Artie."

"Then you are missing out. Now be quiet because your talking is ruining my movie."

Kurt settled back into the cushions and fixed his best glare at the side of Matt's head. "Fine but be ready for Gypsy."